Last night I tweeted this:
I was fully aware that it was supposed to be rainy and windy this morning for my run. But I actually generally like running in the rain, and have run in the rain more times than I can count in recent weeks, so I laid out clothes accordingly and went to bed.
I got up this morning at 5 and immediately looked out the window. It didn’t appear to be raining very hard, so I got dressed, ate a picky bar and leashed up Walter to head out. Then I opened the front door…
And immediately, I saw how gross it was and decided that it wasn’t a good day for Walter to run with me. He was all psyched up (read: going crazy) so it stunk to stick him back inside and shut the door in his face, but it wasn’t fair to subject him to those conditions.
I stepped back outside and walked toward the street. I didn’t get 50 yards from my house before I decided that it would be absolutely miserable to run 14-miles in that weather. It was pouring, windy and 33*. I can do any 2 of those three things, but that combo was no good.
My first thought was to go ahead and do my easy 6-miler that I had scheduled for tomorrow. Surely I could handle that, right?! But then I remember that I planned a strength training session with that easy run, so I bagged the outside run all together, changed and went to the gym.
I picked a treadmill right in front of the window so that I could remind myself while I was running WHY I was on the treadmill and not outside.This was a wise decision because until I continued to watch the gym parking lot get flooded and the rain coming in sideways at times, I was beating myself up a little for “wimping out”.
When I question running in rainy, windy or any other not-so-ideal conditions, I always ask myself what I would do if those conditions were present on race day? Of course, I would race in them, so why wouldn’t I try to prepare myself by training in them? So needless to say, I was a bit disappointed in myself at first for not sticking with the original plan. I mean I was already dressed and out the door. But, in the end, I also know that I need to train smart as well as hard. And chancing a fall or blisters because of wet feet or just being downright miserable for 2 hours wasn’t really worth it. And fortunately this week’s schedule allowed me to shift some things around easily and not throw off the general goals for the week.
I ended the day with 6 easy miles on the treadmill and a really good upper body strength training session. And tomorrow…I will be tackling my mid-week medium long run :).
P.S. Of course, as I sit here at work, looking out the window, the rain has stopped.
I am curious to know what you all would have done in the same situation? Run outside? Bag it and hit the TM? Go back to bed?